Aromatics In Black Clinique 2015

When you wake up and somehow sensed it, but didn’t want to accept in your higher consciousness that the hot dream of summer is over.
As always, the morning sun streams through your window, brushing against tea-yellow walls, and your gaze wanders barefoot over shadows. Bright shadows and dark shadows and the mountains and valleys of your bedspread. It finds a hold on a rusty heart, above the ancient, worm-eaten doorframe. That then becomes a thousand and one exits for you.
Your hands could still caress, cradling a warm dream, the rough linen, delicately cool fabric folds. Get up!
See the plum-blue heather, summer-forgotten, still juicy blackberry vines. Over everything, quietly, floating white cobweb fragments have settled. What dreamlike struggle took place here.

Walk through the misty curtains of the allotment garden! Feathered asters, self-glowing coneflowers, delicately branched anemones in white nightgowns lean longingly against fences and do not awaken from the crunching of your steps. This is an old man’s dream of someone who once spoke libido, an Afro-Asian language. Ethiopia. Oh girl, how hot it was back then! Spade, now carefully stored under the eaves. You’ve known this word since yesterday.

On the other hand, you see dew-damp, metallic plums in the silvery grass. Their yellow, juicy sweet wounds reveal to you the last secret of their aroma. Take it home! Unfold it here, in the whistling kettle of your inner morning. You have forgotten its singing, be a guest at the court of the wren! The bed is still warm.
You left without breakfast. An early riser’s absolute asceticism. That you drink all this, thus coolness and clarity and freshness and gently warm radiation of the whispering autumn sun. Your freckles are the stars of the past night.

How beautifully you had arranged the branches, the Milky Way of the jasmine wheels carried you away so cosmically. I called and called.

But now eat and drink! Tea and toast and bittersweetness. Autumn is the memory of summer and in its presence you incense reverently the coming winter.